(feat. Sean P of the YoungBloodZ, E-40)


[Lil Scrappy]

I hear everyone of you

We do it like the army do

I can go vertical

Let's go, hey, hold up (hold up)

No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!!

C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!



[Chorus]

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes

26 inches inbetween my tires

Nut in my pocket metal ?? three grand

diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand

I'ma get my nigga, grind like hell

when I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scale

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale!



[Lil Scrappy]

I'm never goin' broke no mo'

aslong as my folks keep -guns-? and the blow

They sell it on up and then they bring back mo'

and everybody askin' what I got that work fo'

(Got What!!!)

Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frame

You look up at my face

and tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazed

they be like OH!

Nigga see it from the boss, see the way it glow

Yeah! Them thangs twinkle in the light right

I don't know, I jus twinkle in the lime light

gotta Chevy same color as a can of Sprite

sippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' right

I've been livin', my whole life pimpin'

you'll never catch me slippin'

fuckin' with ya'll women

Scrap be chillin', I stay on the grind

It's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine



[Chorus]



[Sean Paul of Youngbloodz]

I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo')

Criss inten-ed-ed fo' a show

Notice I ain't out but four times every week (every week)

during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed)

Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood)

proud of football, damn ya'll niggaz do it (do it)

Whenever we in Atlanta now they callin me and you (you)

everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood)

Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)

gotta stay fresh fo' you dead monkey ho (ho)

26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)

Get the cameraman I'm a God damn show

Shower cap and all, bitch you already know (know)

fuck around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho)

Get my nigga, yeah I grind like hell

rubberband around my money, like a God damn playa (damn playa)



[Chorus]



[E-40]

Ooooooooh!

Swapped out grill

they say that hustla that (that) boy worth a few mill

he sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dolla bills

that's his car parked in the front door on them big wheels

He ain't never been a punk!

Ooooooooh!

Booga Suga Pusha

fuck a state troopa

I'm livin' fo the moment,I ain't livin' fo the future

Producer bring it to you, bring the noise like a tuba

crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga

Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie)

drank like a pirate (pirate)

wrist real crisp  (crisp), haters don't like it  (like it)

Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)

manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)

Traffic I'm in and out (out)

gotta work when it's a drought (drought)

don't take the main street (street)

take the other route (route)

Sucka use your head

dumby..

you heard what I said

I'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread